Under Pressure, Pink Walls & A Punch of Punk


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Freaks! Sorry I’ve been MIA, but my freelance writing biz have taken on behemothic proportions (hey, I ain’t complaining — more Choo money for me!). Anyhoo, said onslaught of assignments hasn’t left me much time to blog because between sweating over a hot keyboard, well,  I have these two other things in my life called CHILDREN and they’re both rather time consuming and pains in the ass at times TO SAY THE LEAST. But they’re pretty awesome sauce, so we’ll keep them. Besides, there both over the age of 6 which basically renders them un-adoptable, right? Totally spot on, naturally. (INSERT WINK OF SARCASM HERE)

Which leads me to my next point: Lately, I’ve been having a really hard time with this whole life-work balance thing. In fact, I’m in desperate need of life-work balance bootcamp, to be frank.

You see, my “real” job as a journalist requires zipping around town to write about Miami’s newest spas, fashion happenings and hotspots (I know, tough gig, but it still requires time and the usage of braincells to pen both a cohesive and insightful story for press time). 

Next, I need to slip in a workout at some point because if not, my ass will turn as gelatinous as Jell-o and that’s not a good lewk. Besides, breaking a sweat wards off my anxiety and weird thoughts (damn that itty-bitty shitty committee in my head!) — and other super important crap like cellulite. 

When the clock strikes 3, well, I’m a bus driver. It’s this really glamorous job where I cart the kids off to swimming and soccer and tutoring and LORD KNOWS WHAT ELSE. Afterwards, I cook (which I LOVE because it makes me all present and shit and AGAIN, it quiets my mind) and then there’s homework (Ew. I forgot how to divide and multiply which invariably makes me feel stoop-id).

Again, I’m not whining (I’m SO #blessed) — this is more of a stream of consciousness kind of post where I’m just talking out loud. But I feel like the emails never stop coming. The texts keep pinging. The assignments keep rolling in. The kids have to be bathed (because SUPERLICE, yes, superlice are now a thing). And my husband craves kisses, foot rubs and other X-rated stuff.

So, yeah, sometimes, I feel overwhelmed. And while my life is nowhere as cataclysmic as I’m making it out to be here — I do feel pervasive anxiety at times.

Any tips on balancing it all? Or is it just a pipe dream?

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  1. Seba
    March 9, 2016 / 6:42 pm

    Wordy girl props

  2. Cristina
    March 10, 2016 / 6:05 am

    Deep breaths ma

  3. Lana
    March 10, 2016 / 8:33 am

    Same here

  4. March 10, 2016 / 10:04 am

    It’s like you just perfectly described my current situation (sans the kids, I don’t know how you Super Moms do it). My brother swears up and down by guided meditation. He suggested an app called Headspace 🙂


  5. March 10, 2016 / 11:03 am

    Love this one, my friend. Ugh, it’s a forever battle, right? I think it’s never clear and perfect. And I think you need to get clear on two things: what do you really want? And, “Am I being too hard on myself?” Once we know what we really want, we can make better choices that are aligned with what we want. And sometimes they are hard choices, like if I really want a book deal there are some days I can’t pick up my kids, because I need to work. That’s hard to admit. I can be really hard on myself and say I’m a piece of poop, or I can say, “I’m doing a great job, and everyone is going to be ok.” That’s what I have right now 🙂 Love you

  6. March 10, 2016 / 2:11 pm

    I’m hoping you can tell me!!!
    I don’t know how it’s supposed to work but I do know that in those chaotic moments, you’ll often find one blissful slice of life that makes it all worthwhile.
    And I guess the balance of life is to simply enjoy its unbalanceness (is that a word??).

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